Season 2 of the 8th Protector's wacky, weird, and wonderful adventures from the fringes of the whoniverse!
The Protector is a Doctor Who spinoff character I created and have used in other places since 2013. These stories do not feature the Doctor an...
LoneGhost as The Protector (and everyone else, too)
The TARDIS arrived on a space station in the deep reaches of space, purposely positioned near a dying star. It was a private club reserved for the rich and powerful. Tonight was special, as a private ball was being hosted for exclusive guests only. Many of which owned Starliners, asteroid mining operations, were in charge of building outer space colonies, or other such things in the name of the 5th Great and Bountiful human empire. The Protector stepped out of the TARDIS, sporting a new short haircut.
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The Monk stepped out behind her, dressed in a tux of his own, and closed the door on his way out. "Is this really...necessary?"
"Don't be like that, tonight's about fun!" Said the Protector. "You're supposed to be dead, anyway. Why not feel alive one last time?"
"You might as well kill me for real." He remarked.
"Listen, we've got a special invitation from an anonymous sender. Sounds like I've got a secret admirer, don't you think?" She replied.
"Forget it. I'll wait in the TARDIS." He opened the door and entered the console room.
"What a grouch..." She flashed her invitation at the door and was escorted inside. The Time Lady marveled at the splendor of the grand hall.
Many couples were slow dancing and others were drinking at tables. Some were human, some were not. There were even a number of liberated Ood among the attendees.
The Protector looked all around, trying to spot the mysterious individual who invited her in the first place.
Suddenly, none other than John Burke walked up from behind and tapped her on the shoulder. "May I have this dance, my lady?"
She turned to see him and her expression sank immediately. "Burke! You've got a lot of explaining to do, buddy..."
"Of course, of course. Why do you think I invited you as my guest tonight? But please, there's no fun in skipping straight to business." He responded, then offered his hand. "Let's take it easy, huh?"
